Chapter 14 14 Rich Lolita and the cannon fodder she pushed
Chapter 14 14. Fu Loli and the cannon fodder she pushed
Murphy now wants to go back to Cadman City to discuss escape with Tris.
Unfortunately, he has been recruited by Phimis Cecilia Lesembra. Without the order of the safari commander, he, the messenger, can only continue to stay here.
He knew very well that the other party who recruited him and his two servants definitely did not see the potential or shining points in himself. This was just another cannon fodder mission.
But Murphy couldn't refuse. Who wants the eldest daughter to have a patriarchal father?
Sarokdar Collinsman Lesembula, the leader of the Blood Vulture Clan and one of the oldest Dukes of the Blood Clan.
It is said that they are individuals who have lived from the ancient times of the Holy Blood Parade until now. The "Holy Blood Parade" that represented the first appearance of the vampire clan and dispersed throughout the continent was already a thousand years ago, at the beginning of this era.
Something happened!
In the past thousand years, the Blood Vulture Clan has grown from weakness to its peak and now is in decline. Its power has never been left behind and has always been firmly in the hands of Salokdar.
That guy is the Midnight King of the entire Transia region. Even within the power system of the entire Portian Confederation and even the entire continent, the Blood Vulture Clan Chief is still the handful at the top of the pyramid.
It was obviously impossible for Murphy to fight against such a person, even if the person standing in front of him was only Sarokdar's daughter.
However, vampires are infertile, so Femis, like Murphy, was transformed from a human being. Although she looks like a rich and wealthy lolita lady on the surface, who knows if this guy is just another
A centuries-old monster?
It was nearly midnight.
Beside the bonfire outside the village, Maxim, who was wearing a hood, was cooking barley porridge over the flames for a midnight snack, while Miriam was helping grill horse meat skewers to fill her hungry stomach.
Although the two people are cooperating, their relationship is definitely not harmonious.
There is nothing interesting to talk about between the vampire worshiper who is poisoned by superstition and the rational scholar reserve. Their life experiences are also very different.
The little players had been away for a few hours, and they might have had hot and delicious takeaways by now. This made Murphy, who was sitting far away from the bonfire and could only eat tasteless barley porridge, envious for a while.
After a fierce battle, I really want to take a sip of ice-cold Feizhai water to moisten my throat.
He thought this, but remained expressionless on the surface, pulled his hood down again, and then put the rice bowl aside.
The bonfire with floating sparks was swaying. Although the heat from the flames made Murphy feel very uncomfortable, the human soul in his body was longing for the illumination and protection from the firelight at night.
This conflict between body and mind gives Murphy a sense of incongruous contradiction in the eyes of other vampires.
Against the backdrop of the firelight, he picked up the hunting knives that every witch hunter was equipped with and placed them in front of his eyes. Murphy planned to use them to test his newly acquired [Object Identification] ability.
As he watched, a translucent information label quickly popped up next to the sword:
Name: Skitarii Battle Knife
Quality: Standard·Veteran
Traits: Standard Sharpness·Psychic Contamination
Item description:
[This is a self-defense weapon made by the Church of Avalon for the believers of the Kingdom of Isa during the Unification War of Greene Island in 675 AD. The streamlined blade gives it excellent balance and also has the characteristics of combat chopping.
The sacred oak gauntlets tempered by natural spiritual energy provide these weapons with additional lethality against dark creatures.
After the emergence of witch hunters, the skitarii sword became the standard equipment of these hunters. However, with the shameful rebellion launched by the Church of Avalon against the Plantagenet Kingdom at the beginning of the Ten Years' War, this classic design has now become
The sign of a traitor.】
Murphy rubbed his chin and looked at the entry.
He couldn't accurately judge the value of this thing for a while, so he picked up the obviously more exquisite oak guard hunting sword of the witch hunter Natalie.
The entry this time is indeed different:
Name: Avalon's Blessing Blade [Replica]
Quality: Seiko·Commander
Characteristics: Extremely sharp, extremely effective in destroying demons, strengthened psychic blessing, purifying fire
Special classification tag: Blade of Faith·Only [Avalon] believers can use it, and pagans will trigger psychic counterattacks when used.
Item description:
[When the Church of Avalon converted to the faith from the druids of the Castile Peninsula in 500 AD, the original Presbyterian Church was given three sacred blades of natural miracles, although the manufacturing skills of those sacred blades could not be used in this era.
However, during the long period when the Church of Avalon served as the state religion of the Kingdom of Isa, the Glamour Presbyterian Church still produced more than 150 imitation holy blades in various ways and gave them to the saints for use.
It should be noted that this blessed blade does not belong to Natalie Finokja Lawson. She only inherited it from her deceased relative, so she cannot fully exert the power of this blade of faith.
able.
Maybe you should be thankful for this.]
"Natalie Finokia Lawson?"
Murphy played with the silent blessed holy blade in his hand, and glanced at the female witch hunter who was tied up and still unconscious with only her underwear on.
The fact that the latter can carry such an incredible weapon fully proves that the identity of this gray-haired reckless woman is not simple.
Furthermore, through the comparison of the two weapons, Murphy also understood the rules for classifying items in this world.
"Seiko" is definitely better than "standard", which should refer to the production process, and "commander" is definitely better than "veteran", which should refer to the quality of the item.
In fact, it is reasonable to think about it this way. It is much more reasonable than having a purple or orange light flash in your hand. After all, the main focus of this game is reality and hardcore.
After figuring this out, Murphy sorted out the trophies in his hand.
Set aside the best few Seikos for yourself and Maxim to use, and save the remaining standard weapons for young players to arm them with.
These cute and capable little players are their base. When their personal strength is poor, the advantages of equipment become very important, so it is urgent to arm them.
There is also a "closed beta reward" that must be given to them after this round of testing.
Although the players' actions are funny, they are generally predictable. To get along well with them, in addition to maintaining the playability of the game itself, wonderful loot is also a very important part of the game experience.
This thing cannot be fooled casually, and they must meet the following conditions:
First it has to be rare enough.
Because players don’t like bad street stuff.
Secondly, it must be iconic enough.
It is best to attract the attention of other people at a glance. What you want when standing on the street is to attract attention.
Finally, it’s best to have some commemorative meaning!
For example, if there are yellow characters in the item description, the collection value must be maxed out.
Such things are not easy to find, but the smart Murphy has already negotiated this item with Miss Femis in the conversation just now.
It's like an unequal exchange.
Although he can't get all of them yet, Murphy has already got some of them, so he can give young players a surprise when they come online.
"Murphy, come to me!"
The call of the eldest lady Femis interrupted Murphy's thinking. He immediately put down the blessed holy blade in his hand and stood up, walking towards the eldest lady who was hidden in the night behind him.
The latter maintained a "small stature, tough talk" attitude and wasted no time. He said directly:
"In three days there will be a Plantagenet Kingdom transportation convoy passing through Transia. The specific location is in the narrow smuggler's woodland near the filthy swamp in the south."
The eldest lady took out a fairly accurate military map of the Transia region, drew a line in the southernmost part where it borders the Dark Mountains, and said to Murphy who was listening carefully:
"The content of the secret order given to us by the patriarch is explained. It is that General Loren, who directed this invasion, specially purchased special military supplies from the Chardor halflings and supplied them to his Plantagenet pioneering army.
Once the pioneering legions get these things, their eager military power will be more difficult to restrain, so we need to grab this batch of goods!
Of course, considering that your work as a messenger failed very badly, not only was you exposed but also attracted the pursuit of witch hunters, so the enemy was probably already prepared for this, so the combat goal was changed to destroying it.
We have to rush to Smuggler's Grove within three days and complete this destined to be difficult blockade. I need all the safari forces at my disposal, so you and your blood servants must also be included in the calculation.
Did I make it clear enough?"
"I understood."
Murphy nodded.
He looked at the military map that was handed to him, and the information in his mind was mobilized again. He carefully considered some key words in the eldest lady's words. After a few seconds, he said:
"As far as I know, the war between the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Federation of Portia has been going on for ten years. Both sides are exhausted and seem to be stuck in the mud. Therefore, I am very curious about what kind of military supplies can be used against a
An army in the quagmire can achieve immediate results?"
"You have too many questions, and I don't know either."
Miss Femis had a cold face, waved her hands and said in a decisive tone that was completely different from her body shape and face:
"We don't need to know this. Midnight hunters can act when they have a target! You need to bring your servants as a harassment force to delay the movement of the transport team. The fact that you can defeat two witch hunting teams proves that you have this ability.
I don't need you to get into the fight!
Delay them, attract them, disperse them! Create opportunities for me and my hunters to attack, that's all.
After completing this matter, you can return to Cadman City with the Commendation Order. Ms. Tris will be proud of you, and the family will reward you."
"Looking at you, you are as small as a junior high school student, yet you talk nonsense without even blinking, you vicious little brat!"
Murphy complained bitterly in his heart.
How could he, an old social worker who has been in society for almost ten years, be fooled by such coaxing words?
He asked directly:
"So, in your action plan, my servants and I are just bait and cannon fodder, right?"
The eldest lady didn't answer, she just stared at him, her scarlet eyes so calm that it was scary.
Murphy snorted, shook his head and said:
"As expected of a father and a daughter, they share the same coldness and ruthlessness. It seems that you also know very well that as a marginalized person, I am not qualified to bargain with you.
Well, I'll take this suicide job.
But I need a little help."
"I have given you all my spare family ceremonial cloaks, and I have also promised you to provide you with at least thirty sets of the best family dresses after returning to Cadman City! This is what we agreed on before."
When mentioning this matter, Miss Femis said in a strange tone:
"Although I don't know what you are doing by collecting these useless things, I have already given you the help you need, Murphy, don't push yourself too far."
"Collecting luxurious things is just my personal hobby, and it's not even a weapon! Do I want that thing to kill dangerous enemies?"
Murphy spread his hands and replied with a slightly teasing tone:
"Look at me, a fringe person, willing to sacrifice his life for your goal, not even willing to give you the last bit of charity? Is this how your father taught you about the decency of us midnight nobles?
What’s more, I don’t want much!”
He stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of the eldest lady's eyes, and stated his conditions:
"Twenty sets of family servant leather armor and matching weapons are all needed for melee and long-range combat, and they don't even need to be particularly good. I have to arm my servants so that they can last longer in front of the enemy.
Don’t think this is a lion opening his mouth.
You see, if we all die, you can still recycle these materials."
"Take back your nasty joke! Disrespectful Murphy! Do you treat me as a beggar on the roadside? How could I allow my subordinates to use the things you have used?"
Want to take it from the dead?
How disgraceful!”
The eldest lady, who pays great attention to manners, said coldly with a look of disgust:
"And you only have two servants and three witch hunter prisoners. Why do you need twenty sets of armor?"
"I have recruited many blood servants who were harmed by witch hunters along the way. As long as I issue a call, they will be loyal and angry and will rush to my side."
Murphy blinked and pointed at the group of vampire elites not far away who were gathering together and talking quietly in the dark night. He said:
"And I personally need a more powerful commander's equipment to show my status in the eyes of my servants. Maybe I can borrow one from them.
In addition, I have recently been studying the summoning of alien creatures. If there are similar psychic manuals or family swordsmanship manuals, maybe you can allow me to borrow them."
This made Miss Femis look at Murphy with a strange look. After a few seconds, she said:
"Does it make sense? You only have three days to prepare, Murphy. You are not a genius, otherwise you would not have accomplished anything. Of course, in my opinion, the bad evaluation of you by the family members is somewhat biased.
At least the ambush you fought in the ruins of Morland Village was pretty impressive."
The eldest lady is indeed very venomous in her words.
But she was fair enough, at least unlike other vampires who couldn't see Murphy's victory with their eyes too high, so after thinking for a moment, she nodded and said:
"Okay, I will provide you with everything you need, but your witch hunter captives will have to be handed over to me."
She pointed to the three witch hunters by the campfire and said:
"We captured one before, but it wasn't enough.
My torturers want to dig out all the information about the White Oak Chapter from their minds. Those guys who have been scattered into Transia by the Tower of the Ring and General Loren to wreak havoc everywhere have become a big hidden danger.
Just think of it as an exchange, Murphy.
make a deal?"
Murphy nodded and said without much hesitation:
"Deal! Thank you for your kindness, Miss. A beautiful and generous lady like you will definitely be rewarded, and the Mother of Night will definitely protect you."
